Piglet's 22nd Adventure

[verysmallpig]

[Audio from Piglet's network device.]

[The audio kicks in midstream to broadcast a very highly strained and very clearly distressed Piglet.]

-lp! H-ha- oh d-dear d-d-dear! I- I m-m-mean HALP!!!




[ooc: Piglet has found himself cursed with Safari Day. Humans turn into animals and guess what? Animals turn to humans. All replies will be given by verysmallkid.]

Comments

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Hey. Piglet, right? Are you alright?

[verysmallkid.livejournal.com]

N-n-no! [Piglet almost sounds as if he's hyperventilating. The microphone sounds distorted and muffled as he tries to randomly press buttons and turn dials.]

I d-d... t-that is, I Think I n-n-need a Duck Tour!

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Okay, just stay calm. It's just a curse. You're fine.

[verysmallkid.livejournal.com]

[MUFFLEMUFFLEMU- and the video feed kicks in to show a very small boy. He has a blanket pulled over his head, leaving only his trembling hands and his panicked face peeking out.]

N-n-no. I Think I-I'm sick! I c-caught a case of l-little boy!

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie slaps her hand over her mouth. She has a feeling laughter isn't the most appropriate response at the moment, but she is often very bad at controlling her impulses.]

You're not sick, it's just The City. You're fine.

[verysmallkid.livejournal.com]

B-b-but I'm all... all Wrong. M-my Ears are too l-low, and and... my Hands... [He holds what should have been paw up to the screen, but the ends are separated into wiggling digits.]

S-see?